The end of Zwelethemba was much more emotional than expected with our host mother reciting her mantra "I will not cry I will not cry" under a broken breadth that was filled with sadness. We all ended up teary together, but she blamed the “onions” that she had chopped that morning. I know her mind was with God that morning, who she always turns to in times of stress and sadness. “Grandma Titi”, our mentally-disabled neighbor who is always jolly and hugging, forcefully trust-falled into a final embrace with each of us and held us tight. She shook her finger at Max as she said she didn’t want him to leave. We waved to Mom through the window as we drove away, and her pearly white smile beamed as she blew her children goodbye kisses.
We drove through the cloud-shadowed mountains past Worcester towards Cape Town and alongside Display vineyards that striped the countryside. Susan explained that through her research on child labor in vineyards she discovered that these pristine and polished vineyards are placed alongside the road to tempt and deceive tourists of the actual work that goes into picking individual grape clusters and cutting them in a shape that resembles the continent of Africa. The slopes of the mountains were dusted with rough rock formations and dry shrubbery, and bright purple-blossomed trees sprung up like soft cotton balls along the countryside. The clouds lay so close to the earth and were sandwiched between mountains with their peaks just poking through to the hazy robin-egg blue sky. As we entered into Cape Town I felt a twinge of culture shock, with the pure cream columns of chic hotels planted firmly on the concrete grid of the city- a sharp contrast between the dusty pebbled shantytowns of Mandela Square.
Beth, wow! Very moving description of your visit & departure. It speaks volumes how much you & your mates have touched & been touched by your host families. Can't wait to see you back home. Love Dad
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